What I Got Now

Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now? And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right I hope my father see me right now Make a few million off this pain and Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou Or maybe I've been tripping Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child, yeah What am I here for? What do I dream for? What's the point of working out my pen? If I'm gone be here for more years or decades I don't know why I was made this way Yeah, I'm so insecure I overthink all of my decisions I'm so insecure I try to be perfect when I'm not Yeah, I understand I'm on a mission and I can't be swayed By all the numbers, rumors, demons and the accolades No, I ain't saying I want a lot of praise I just want someone outside of My family to recognize my name Like, ain't you the one that made that song about how you can't Change? Like, am I the first person to finally recognize your name? Man, I ain't the person that you all perceive I'm just a vessel with these words I hope you all receive I feel like I solely got swayed by all the likes and clicks Even though when I started, it was all about writing hits Now every song I make, it feel just like a massive miss And deep down, I slowly feel Just like a hypocrite How can I preach don't listen to what people say when I believe what people say? How can I keep the same smile on my face when I don't even feel this way? How can I reach a new set of people that I probably don't even relate? How can I change my place inside This universe that I created? What am I here for? What do I dream for? What's the point of working out my pen? If I'm gone be here for more years or decades I don't know why I was made this way Yeah, I'm so insecure I overthink all of my decisions I'm so insecure I try to be perfect when I'm not Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now? And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right I hope my father see me right now Make a few million off this pain and Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou Or maybe I've been tripping Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child